Wish Me Luck, and Something Resembling a Sense of Direction.

If all goes according to plan, I will be making a trip to Weirton today. I'm fairly certain this will be the farthest I have ever driven by myself. Generally, I just tag along with whoever else happens to be going where I'm going, or talk someone else into driving me. Not this time though. This time I'm doing it myself, which is a bit worrisome because I am absolute shit with directions. Fortunately, I have my new GPS. Unfortunately, I've never used the fucking thing before. So we'll see how that goes. Anyway, if you never hear from me again, you can just assume that I got lost in the wilderness and was adopted by a family of squirrels or something*.

*This seems to be a genuine concern for my mother. Whereas my dad is just convinced that I'm going to be murdered. My family always has such faith in me. It really makes me feel awesome about myself.